The mother

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"They said he was a communist." "Where is he?" the mother cried. "Where is my youngest son?" "We saw him this morning among many others," came the answer. "His hands were tied behind him and he was marching past the market-place. There was a long line of some twenty or thirty. The guards said they were communists who would be killed tomorrow." "Communists." The mother's jaw trembled as she repeated what she had heard. "I have heard that word, but I do not know what it is."

Naam op titelpagina / Name on title page, Band wat verkleurd / Discolouration